Wrong spelling, right energy. Attitude may not be everything but it’s more than 50 percent.I’m keeping it simple today. I am grateful for so many things, among them the privilege of sharing my art with the world. I’m grateful to be a working actor. I’m grateful for all the positive Read more
I’ve been cocooned for much longer than I thought it would take to gather my thoughts – which can be a bit like harnessing butterflies. But it feels great to break out of the shell and be back in the virtual world. Life in the real world has been busy Read more
When I started acting in Hollywood I believed every audition was a potential Golden Ticket. All my fortunes could change overnight based on my interpretation of a few pages of dialogue. All I had to do was learn my lines, come up with interesting behavior for the character, make bold Read more
Twenty nine years ago this week I walked into a room in the subterranean space at 50th and 8th that is Circle in the Square Theatre School, and performed my monologue for admission. I remember a small grey space and a conference table seated with three auditors. The monologue was Read more
I feel bad about my ‘socials’ habit. I’m told it’s not my fault. The algorithms are set up that way. Intentionally addictive. There’s always just one more. Scroll scroll scroll along, very unmerrily, and then inevitably forget the damn thing I wanted to post in the first place. I have one Read more
It’s 3:33. I think I should make a wish. And then I laugh at myself because I am a grown ass woman and I should be thinking serious thoughts. There’s a pandemic for chrissakes. For the record grown ass people are just as prone to superstitious reflexes as the gaggle Read more
The province is going into its third lockdown. Minneapolis is in the spotlight as the George Floyd murder trial begins. Traumas are resurrected. Spring seems to have had a false start. Everyone is grieving. Even if you don’t know it. Even if you do, it might be deeper than you Read more
I love a list. I love the satisfaction of crossing something off it. One slash of ink and it is obliterated. Wielding lead and pen like a superpower. One stroke at a time the looming monolith of the day’s tasks is felled. I strike a hero’s pose and my metaphoric Read more